Revised sonnet #191
On look at her I felt this burst of bliss
A small town chick the sort to cook and clean
Her fashion frills had lack of artifice
Id claim her probably the prettiest seen
I watched her mirrored figure primp and preen
Then she turned fully robbing me of nape
Her gold hair do essayed a silver sheen
I looked away its rude to gawk and gape
I fancied greediest goal as alpha ape
I quit the small time sold on city life
I claimed the crowded streets as my escape
On smorgasbord of babes Id work out wife
The city can expand to rural us
I brew the beer in vats its minor fuss
Chorus us nous os
